The Mayor Is about To Be Rich--Part 6

You can feel the excitement mount as I get closer to that sweet cache of $2.5 million bucks. Hahaha, I used the words *mount* and *excitement* in the same sentence. Seeeeeexy.

I have four emails for you tonight/today. That's, according to my calculations, twice as many emails to share with you than I usually share with you. That's twice the fun, twice the merriment, and twice the mounted excitement.

If you remember yesterday's post (if you don't, feel free to punch yourself in the face), I sent the email to the bank in Cote Cote d'Ivoire, and am waiting patiently on maaaa monaaayyyyy. Seeing as though I'm not very patient, I sent an email to Mr. Eric, my Financial Advisor, inquiring as to where my fucking filthy lucre is:

Mr. Eric,

Any word on that money yet?

Imperial

See, I told you I sent hm an email wondering where my money is. Momma didn't raise a liar. And his response was...

Imperial
I do not know what you mean by any word on the money what is the mean?
have you contact the bank for the transfer?
waiting your mail

What the fuck, I say. This will not do. I demand an answer to this faggotry:

Mr. Eric,

Are you being funny with me? What do you mean that you do not know what I mean. What I mean is what I meant, isn't that what YOU mean?

Let me know about that money, I'm getting worried and my mom is not getting any younger.

Imperial

And the little dickens responds thusly:

my dear
please send me a copy of the letter that you got from our bank becoz i know that our bank have contact you for the transfer of the fund
thanks waiting

May Allah bless his sweet heart.

Tune in tomorrow of another thrilling episode of, "The Mayor Is about To Be Rich".